The soft evening breeze dissipated the miasma, allowing the brilliant moonlight to shine through the crown of the trees and cast its brilliance onto the earth. The lightly misty air looked as if a sheet of vapor rising between the mountains, giving the canyons a hazy view when looking from a distance.
The strange vine was still a fresh and tender being. Under the gaze of the brilliant moon, it looked all the more sparkling and crystal-clear.
The bud on the tip of the vine formed the center of a green halo. It greeted the luminous moonlight with delicate fragrance, displacing the reek of the miasma with its soothing scent.
Breathing in the sweetness of the flower opened the pores throughout Chu Feng’s body. He was in high spirits, full of joy and vigor. The scent had cleansed his soul, rendering him pure and untainted.
